In this world of anthropomorphic critters, Mice eat cum. Not only do they eat it, but they love it. It is a delicacy to them, and somehow, they live long, healthy lives off of the sexual fluid of others. Being an all-female species, they are forced to find partners from other, much larger species to sate this odd desire, some even turn to lives of crime, living off “normal” food they can barely choke down, in the hopes that they’ll get caught, and forced into the life of a sex slave, or lower. No one can say for sure why the mice are like this, or how they can live that way, but one popular theory is that, long ago, during the first generation of the Cat Kingdom, the first court wizard cursed Mice the world over to exist only to pleasure larger, more powerful species, and to live off of sex. And such claims in this world aren’t unfounded. But that was centuries ago. Our story begins in the modern day, in a small suburb, in a small house, where a blond-furred Fox woman named Sam is having more than her fair share of Mouse troubles. “Fuck!” She swore. “Damn thieves.” Once again her pantry was emptied out, all of her favorite foods taken away by the mice. Quickly she began to survey her home; throughout the house, where the walls met the floor, scattered about in periodic, seemingly random locations, Sam had nailed planks of wood to the walls. She spent a good 10 minutes looking for *something* however, and she did find it, near her Standard Definition TV: A mouse hole, no bigger than a few inches high and across. “I thought I already plugged this one up.” She got down on the ground and looked inside. Though it was too dark to see anything, she knew damn well her pint-sized robbers made their hideout inside. “I know you can understand me!” She called. “I *do not* have what you want, go bother someone else!” Sam stood back up with a sigh. She could not live like this any more. She was emptied of food, money, and even the nails she would have used to board up the hole. Exhausted, she returned to her bedroom, sat on her bed, and opened her laptop. The first thing she did was something she must’ve done every other week, maybe more; look up “How to get rid of Mice”. - She, of course, knew the *actual* answer to this question: “Grow some balls. . . and a dick.” then, the mice would be all over those instead of her pantry. If she had any guy friends she’d probably ask them to take care of the issue. Though, that would probably be more than a little embarrassing. - The answers she got, however, were the same she always got. A link to the website of “Uvoo and co. Pest Control” who’s slogan was “You want ‘em gone? We’ll make ‘em gone!” - to which Sam always had the same reaction: “Oh god, fuck off! I don’t want to *kill* them!” - And a link to a forum post asking “Why does nobody make safe mouse traps?” The post had 210 Upvotes and a whopping 0 comments, posted 2 years ago. . . by Sam herself. Sam was at the end of her rope. Her cursor hovered over Uvoo and co’s link for far longer than normal today. Her heart raced as she feared for her Karma for even considering clicking the link, and over and over in her head she recited the justification “Just ask them if they won’t kill them.” before finally, after 5 minutes, she clicked. Uvoo and co’s site was. . . extravagant, to say the least. Over the top text effects filled the screen and gave the entire page an aggressively friendly vibe. Once she was over the initial gaudiness of the site, Sam scrolled through and found an alphabetical list of all of the “pests” Uvoo and co dealt with. Under A she found Arachnids, under B she found Bugs, under G she found Ghosts, she scrolled too far and under W she found Wasps (Which was labeled here separately from “bugs” for some reason), and upon scrolling back up to M, she found Mice. Sam let out another heavy sigh, which seemed to be becoming part of her everyday routine recently, and looked to the site’s sidebar. All of the contacts for Uvoo and co were listed. Email, Phone, walk-in address. Sam picked up her phone, had it been a proper wired land-line like the ones her parents had when she was younger, she’s 100% sure the mice would have broken the wire to try and get at the dick she doesn’t have. She called the number, again feeling her Karma slipping with each input she made. As expected, she was put on hold, so she turned on speaker and watched some. . . less than family friendly videos to pass the time. Her first video wasn’t even done, and the phone made an audible *click.* “Hello! Thank you for calling Uvoo and co Pest Control. How may we help you?” A feminine voice on the other end greeted. Sam, startled, paused her porn and picked up the phone. “er- um- Hi!” Sam greeted back. “Uh- My name’s Sam, and I. . . I have a bit of a. . . I have a question, is that alright?” “Uh-huh.” “So. . . I have a mouse problem. And your site said you deal with mice, but, um, I um-” Sam stammered. “I just want them gone, I don’t want to hurt them.” She finally said. “Do you have non-lethal ways of dealing with pests? It didn’t say anything on the site.” “Oh? I thought it did. Yes, yes, we use non-lethal methods too. And you’ll be happy to hear that we exclusively use non-lethal methods for mice! Mice are people too.” Finally, someone who gets it. “Thank you so much.” Sam said, feeling her Karma slide back into the blue zone. “So. . . how much will this cost?” “Well, our prices vary from job-to-job based on a number of factors, but expect somewhere in the ballpark of 200-500 Dollars.” Steep. But nothing Sam couldn’t pay, albeit barely, with her upcoming paycheck. “Sounds good. Thank you again.” “Alright, Sam, thank you very much. Now, we’ll just need your address and we’ll be sending out mouse expert, Uvoo themself, over to help you.” * * * The sun was begining to set. Shortly after the call to Uvoo and co, sam had ordered some food from the nearby fast-food joint, which she couldn’t pay for, so she had to open a tab. After her burger was done, she reached for her. . . nothing. Looking near the table, she saw a mouse scurrying back to the living room, holding her fries. “Hey!” Sam yelled as she got up, knocking her chair over. “Get back here you little asshole!” The mouse had just managed to get the fries into the hole before- *Ding-dong!* Sam looked to the door. The mouse had already gotten away, likely waiting for some big-dicked animal to reach in and fuck her brains out. Sam cursed under her breath, but on her best smile, and opened the door. She was greeted by a Cat who’s eyes lined up perfectly with Sam’s breasts. But the odd thing was, this cat was a woman. When they said they were sending Uvoo in person, Sam had expected Uvoo to be a man, considering she would be dealing with mice. One odd thing that Sam took a mental note of was that Uvoo was wearing clothes. Most people opt to walk around naked, at least from the waist down, Sam herself had a Video Game related shirt simply because she thought it looked cool, but that’s all she wore, but Uvoo had a white muscle shirt and blue-jeans. Bland as it was, it was still odd to casually be dressed in a full outfit. “Hello, hello!” Uvoo greeted enthusiastically. “Uh. . . Hi.” Sam said. “You’re Uvoo?” “Yup!” “Uh, come- come in.” Sam opened the door all the way, and led Uvoo inside. “So. . .” “Let’s not waste any time. I need to solve your mouse issue.” “Yeah.” Sam said. “How though? I’ve tried everything to force them out, but they just keep coming back.” “Don’t worry, I’m here to give the little rascals what they want and then some.” Uvoo said. “You want to like, head to your bedroom while I work, or something?” Sam was a little confused. “I. . . what? How will you. . . the mice?” She tried to ask, but whatever the question was supposed to be just came out as word garbage. “Uh. . . please?” Uvoo asked. “I uh. . . would like to get to work.” Sam was still confused. Why did she need to leave? How was Uvoo taking care of the mice? What the hell is happening? “Uh. . . okay?” Sam returned to her room and continued watching the porn she had up earlier. She had to keep her volume low because Uvoo was one room away, and that made everything a little less private, (she had also broken her headphones a few days back, so those weren’t an option), but god dammit, she was bored. Sam sat, lower body under her covers, slowly reaching her hand beneath- “Oooooooo fuck!~” That. . . that was Uvoo’s voice. Sam tidied herself up and, without warning, burst through her bedroom door into the living room. “What’s happening? I heard- WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!?” Sam saw Uvoo, pantsless, kneeled down at the one open mouse hole, a *massive* cock protruding from her crotch, pressed tightly into the hole, barely fitting, hell- it shouldn’t fit, but she somehow got it in anyway. Like this it was impossible to tell how long it was, but it looked at least as big around as Uvoo’s head, and she somehow fit it into that tiny 4 inch hole without damaging Sam’s house (any more than the mice already had). At the base of that dick was a giant pair of testicles, also as big as Uvoo’s head, which seemed to shake around periodically. “Don’t look!~” Uvoo said, but she didn’t sound sincere. Sam saw as strange lumps started to slide down the length of Uvoo’s cock, slowly slipping deeper and deeper inside, shaking around slightly when they got stuck, reaching the very base of the thorned prick before vanishing entirely. Sam wasn’t sure, but every time that happened, Uvoo’s balls seemed to be growing. “You’re a hermaphrodite!?” Sam exclaimed. “Well. . . you need a di-iiiick if you wan’t to- ah! Take care of-” Uvoo couldn’t make a complete sentence. “Fuck!~ Fuck!!~ FUCK!!~ S- Slow down!~ I’m gonna fucking cum!~” Uvoo moved her hips, thrusting at the mouse hole as if fucking Sam’s very house. “What on earth is. . .” Sam stammered. “Are you. . . sucking them into your dick?” “Unf- n. . . no. That’d b- be ridiculous!” Uvoo said, her voice dripping with an ecstasy Sam had only dreamed of. “Just put your dick near them and they just *crawl* right in.” That. . . should have sounded painful. But the way Uvoo said “crawl” made Sam shiver. That sounded hotter than anything Sam had ever heard, seen, or written. Mice, crawling into her dick. It was enough to make Sam wish she had one, then she could have been fucking mice all day instead of watching porn. “Holy fuck! Sam, how many of these little sluts do you have!?” Uvoo asked, still fucking Sam’s house as the mice continued to force-feed themselves down her cock. “I. . .” Sam looked at the noticeable lumps, some bigger, some smaller, sliding through Uvoo’s shaft. “I don’t know? 10? 20?” *“I lost count of how many times I lost count!”* Uvoo moaned. “But I know I reached 30 at least once!~” There was no question. Uvoo’s balls are getting bigger by the second now, and much like her cock, a large number of lumps are pressing against the flesh of them. “Are the mice. . . in there?” Sam asked, her face having changed from a soft blond to a harsh pink with blush at this point. “Yes!~ Oh god yes, they’re in there. And there’s so fucking many of them. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this full from a single job before!” Sam watched on as mouse after mouse slid into Uvoo’s cock and down to her cum filled balls. Just how many were there? Had she been counting this whole time? She must have lost count. But she counted another 15 before being interrupted. “Ooo. . . I think one’s stuck. . . Care to help me out?” Uvoo asked. Sam didn’t realize what she had agreed to, or what she was doing until she was already placing her hand on Uvoo’s giant cat dick. She stroked the underside as best she could reach, helping the little mouse lumps on their journey down to the all-you-can-eat buffet in Uvoo’s balls. “Oh! Not too fast cutie. I’ll cum if you do that. Then we’d have to start aaaaall over. Not that I’d mind having more fun with these darlings.” Uvoo said. Sam slowed down a little, helping out the mice that seemed to be getting stuck, which was usually the fatter ones. * * * It took an hour. The sun was gone and the moon stood proudly in the sky, and finally all of the mice had been syphoned into Uvoo’s infinitely stretchy balls. “H. . . hey. Sam.” Uvoo said, exhausted, but very, *very* happy. “Can you reach into my jeans? I’ve got some things in my pocket.” Sam looked to Uvoo’s jeans, which had been haphazardly tossed aside before she started working, and in the pockets found a bottle of what appeared to be gummy-vitamins, and some sort of rubber band. “These?” Sam asked, showing Uvoo the items. “Yeah.” Uvoo took the bottle and poured out a vitamin. “Uh. . . maybe two.” She took out a second one and popped them both. “Oh, these make me produce more cum. Can’t have guests without feeding them well.~” Uvoo said, seeing a question form on Sam’s muzzle. “And this. . .” Uvoo began, stepping back from the mouse hole and finally standing, revealing her full cock length, just long enough that she could suck it without any effort. “Is. . . oh?” One last mouse hadn’t gotten in yet. She clung to the very tip of Uvoo’s dick, her thin tail swishing about as she looked around at the house, which must’ve seemed massive to her. “Hey, little cutie.” Uvoo said. “Don’t be shy. All your friends are in there.~” The mouse simply looked at her. “Aw. . . is it ‘cause I’m a cat?” Uvoo said, pouting. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you. Little mouse.” She grabbed and petted the mouse daintily, and maybe groped her a bit. . . definitely groped her. “I got all the cum you could *ever* want. You like cum, don’t you sweetie?” Sam found the whole conversation somehow simultaneously hilarious and arousing. Uvoo opened her cock tip with her fingers. “Come on. I bet they miss you.~” The mouse licked her lips, took a deep breath, and slid her head into the open cock-hole. She slipped down only a little before her thick ass got stuck. “Aw, poor thing~” Uvoo cooed. “Sam, be a dear and help her.” Sam, smirking, put a single finger to the mouse, and slowly pushed it, her finger, into the mouse’s wet pussy, soliciting an immediate orgasm from the thieving pest. She pushed just a little more and the force put the mouse deeper and deeper into the maw of Uvoo’s dick until her feet vanished inside. Sam freed her finger from both holes, and the tip was closed. Sam, of course, stroked the lump that formed on Uvoo’s cock and aided the final mouse on her decent to Uvoo’s balls. When it ended, an audible splash was heard this time. “That feels so good. You wouldn’t believe it.” Uvoo shivered. “If I’m not careful walking too much will make me cum. Hell, if I wait too long, *They’ll* make me cum!” She said. “That’s why I have this.” She held up the rubber band like object. “Keeps the mice inside my dick, where they belong, for a good long time.” Sam was in a daze, she was so fucking horny that the fur on her legs was utterly soaked with pussy juice, it took all of her energy to stop herself from saying ‘Speaking of cumming, I could stand to do that about now!’ Instead she said. “Huh? I. . . I uh. . . thanks!” “No problem. Look at these things!” Uvoo said excitedly. “Man they are going crazy in there. Wanna feel?” Sam had no Idea why Uvoo was so nonchalant about this. Maybe it was because Sam had already been touching her dick, or maybe Uvoo could see just how much she had riled her up. Regardless, Sam was already on the floor, placing a hand to the lumps on Uvoo’s balls. “Wow. . .” Sam said warmly. Without thinking she slowly moved her head closer and closer to Uvoo’s masive writhing sack, and put her ear to it. She could hear everything inside. The sloshing, the swimming, the drinking (Or eating?), the. . . the moaning, and the fucking, oh god the fucking. “They’re. . . they’re having an orgy in your balls.” Sam shuddered, again speaking without thinking. “Oooo nice!~” Uvoo moaned. “They must be so happy.~ God there must be at least 200 in there.” “You uh. . . really like mice, huh?” “Oh, I love mice!~ They’re so cute! And they make my balls feel super good.” Sam got up quickly and cleared her throat. It really feels like she just awkwardly had sex with this person she’d never met before. “So. . . that’s it yeah?” “Oh yeah.” Uvoo said. “Thanks for your help.” “What? No, I should be thanking you, right?” Sam asked. “Well, maybe, but you helped me too, remember?” It wasn’t even that long ago that sam was rubbing her hand all over this perfect stranger’s thorny cat-dick. “Oh. . . uh. . . right.” Sam said with a cracking, embarrassed voice. “Because of that, I’ll be charging a little less than I normally would for a job this big.” Uvoo thought for a moment. “Hm. . . 240$ should do it?” “Alright. That works.” Sam said enthusiastically. . . . . . . There was an awkward pause. “R- Right now?” Sam asked. “Well, yeah? Here at Uvoo and co Pest Control, we pride ourselves on efficiency, so we take our payment on the same day we do the job. It says so on the site at the bottom of the home page, didn’t you read it?” Sam remembered now that she stopped reading after she saw they took care of mice. “Uh. . . well. . . no?” She stammered. “I was kinda banking on a ‘please send payment to us in 1-5 business days’ thing ‘cause I’m a little. . . broke right now.” Uvoo smiled. * * * “Stop! Stop! No!!” Sam yelled. “Shh, shh, it’ll be okay.” Uvoo said as her cock, for lack of a better word, continued to gulp at Sam’s legs. “What’ll I do for food if you do this!?” “Follow the mice’s example.” Uvoo, much stringer than she looked, pulled Sam just a bit further inside, toying with her. “Just a couple of weeks, sweetie. Just a couple of weeks.~” “If you let me go I can just pay you in 2 days!” “Sorry sweetie, can’t hear you too well. Unf!~ Just get inside.~” Sam grabbed the legs of the shoddy desk/table/dresser/thing that held up her TV. “Yes you can you ass! Let me go!” Uvoo didn’t respond this time, instead just scooching forward a little bit for her cock, stretching impossibly wide, to take in more of Sam’s legs, reaching up to her nice shapely butt. Sam quickly moved her tail out of the way. “Quit messing around!” Sam yelled. “I know you can hear me, you heard me earlier!” “Mmm, sorry, all I heard was ‘oh, Uvoo, please eat me with your cock, I want to swim in your cum~’” Uvoo laughed. “Fuck you-” Sam stopped short, her feet reached Uvoo’s cum filled balls and Sam. . . started laughing. “No~ Stop~ Stop it you assholes!~” She wasn’t talking to Uvoo anymore. Out of instinct Sam, reached for her legs to stop the mice from tickling her. “Hahahahaha! Stooop!~” She laughed as Uvoo took the opportunity to easily overtake Sam’s butt, tail, and torso, all the way up to the ext major obstacle, her chest. “Let’s take this off.” Uvoo said in a sultry voice, grabbing Sam’s shirt, which had wound up outside of her cock, and lifting it over her head, thankfully not tearing it, revealing Sam’s naked chest. “Oh, very nice.” Uvoo said unceremoniously copping a feel while Sam laughed uncontrollably from the tickling the mice were giving her, almost as if they were working with Uvoo. “I’d’ve taken you in faster, but. . . can’t risk cumming now.” Uvoo said. “Getting to see these was a nice bonus though. But now. . .” Uvoo pushed Sam’s head, shoving her deeper inside the snake-like cock, her breasts eaten by the python leaving only her arms and head free. “Fucking quit it!~ I can’t breathe!~” Sam laughed, unable to struggle. Uvoo bent down to her cock, or more importantly, to Sam, her shoulders ready to be eaten next. Uvoo held Sam’s head steady, stuck her rough cat tongue out and closed in for a deep kiss. Slowly, Uvoo pushed Sam deeper and deeper in, larger prey was always slower, until she could only barely keep that kiss going, at which point, she unlocked her mouth from Sam’s. “Well. . .” Said Uvoo. “Looks like I won this little Tug-o-war.~ Want me to bring you anything for your extended vacation?” Sam, still sort of laughing, though much more difficult in her new position, stayed silent for a moment before speaking. “. . . G. . . Gameboy.” “Good girl!~ Have fun in my balls!~” With a final push, all that was left was Sam’s arms. It must have been the Mice tickling her, because damn, Sam was wiggling about in there. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t cum. . . don’t cum. . .” Uvoo muttered to herself as she closed her eyes, letting out a deep moan as gravity did the last of the work, slowly, *very* slowly, taking sam inside. By the time her hands were in and Uvoo could finally close the tip of her cock, Sam’s entire lower body was curled up nicely in her balls for all of the mice to play with. * * * SPLASH. Sam had finally landed completely in Uvoo’s balls, slipping and falling the last of the way as her hands were released. When she got up, she was forced to sit crossleged, unlike the mice, who could swim and move freely. “. . . Hi.” Sam said shyly. The mice looked at her for a bit. A few waved. More smiled. And then, they all went back to their endless fucking session, in full view of Sam. ‘Fuck it.’ sam thought as she reached her hands below the pool of cum and started finger-fucking herself. Though, she probably wouldn’t say it out loud, she was thinking of Uvoo, the herm who had just forcefully eaten her. * * * Uvoo pulled out the vitamins again. “Just in case. Quickly now.” She popped one more, and felt her balls becoming fuller with cum, which she’s certain the mice were happy about. On the edge of orgasm, Uvoo applied the rubber band just in the nick of time. It twitched, desperate to cum all over Sam’s house, but nothing came out thanks to that handy rubber band. Edging still, Uvoo stroked her cock for several hours longer. It was midnight when Uvoo finally left, carrying her pants, having not bothered to put them on, and holding a plastic bag with Sam’s Gameboy and 3 games in it over her shoulder (She’d deliver that to Sam later, when doing so wouldn’t be such a cumming hazzard). As she walked to her van she noticed that a wolf who lived next door was staring, he had failed to look away before Uvoo saw. “Jealous?~” she said, thrusting at the air, her cock still rock hard. As she drove back home, moaning and shivering, and sometimes licking her cock head, she was made very aware at just how much stamina the mice could really have. If they were really having an orgy in her balls as Sam said, then they were still going at it. Unbeknownst to Uvoo, they had made Sam a member of this orgy too. Some diving into Uvoos cum just to crawl into Sam’s needy twat to continue their orgy inside her instead. Sam’s belly became lumpy with mice just like Uvoo’s balls. It was enough to drive a regular girl mad. Thankfully, Sam only had to put up with this for a few days. . . Uvoo said “days”, right?