Bad Luck..... Or Good?
By misterebony


Mike was running as fast as he could. Being a regular old mouseboy, at about four inches tall, with black eyes and plump figure, well this was very common. Everyone wanted to eat him, poor thing. 

At the moment, it was a big white catgirl, with shapely figure, gold eyes... and a hot dog bun. And it was clear what she meant to go in that bun. Or rather... WHO.

Mike kept the pace for awhile, but then luck played its terrible role. Luck that was never on his side, and he knew it. Luck that always had him on the verge of some cooking pot or pastry pan. Luck that, this time, had him head to the bedroom.

There was no way out.

"Yummy!" The big feline said. "I got you cornered now! Give up already and let me eat you!"

Mike did not answer, scrambling under the bed. As much stuff as the cat had there it was unlikely the mouse would be found. But that was enough of a chance for luck to continue its terrible rampage.

For in His haste to hide, he had forgotten to hide the most important part. That was his tail. It was the nervous swishing of said tail That gave him away, the buxom feline pulling him out by it.

"Found you!" The feline said, holding him up by the tail. "About time too, my tummy is getting angry!"

"Let ne go! Put me down!" Mike begged, crying little tears. This time his luck had run out. He was doomed.

"Sorry handsome." The feline said, kissing his head before squeeeeeeeeeeeeezing him into the hot dog bun. "But you got a one way ticket to my little belly, and oh it is so glad you are coming!" The feline lady giggled as she squirted mustard all over his form, opening wide as she could.The mouse screamed out in fear, but the cat still stuffed him in, licking him all over, lovong his nice eaty taste. Mike wriggled as in he went, the mouth closing just over his head. He wriggled and fought to get out of the bread, but it was hopeless. With one final gulp, down he went, the feline licking her chops. 

"MMMMMMMMM! That was good! So nice and meaty! Now to go have a good nap." And with that, she climbed on her bed and sighed, paws on her tummy.

Now in most cases, that would be the end of poor Mike, all gobbled up and yummy. But in this case it was more like the beginning. As he slid down that wet, tight throat, he closed his eyes. He vowed he wouod not cry. He was a man........ well a male mouse anyway. He was going to be brave to the end.

Strange thing Though. The further down he went, the better it smelled. Maybe he was already heading to heaven? He was not sure. As he emerged, bun and all, into the cavernous belly, he could not see a thing, but the smell of cheese and sweets was overwhelming. He landed in it with a plop, finally wriggling out of a bun. As he did, a bright light shone in his face.

"I knew it... I'm dying.... this is the bright light to take me to heaven..." he said. But the reply was not What he expected.

"Heaven handsome? Well why head there when you can have it Here on earth?" The voice said, musical and lovely. The mouse boy blinked, then went wide eyed at the form holding the light.

She was the most beautiful mouse the boy had ever seen. Perfect white fur, shapely breasts and hips, long blonde hair. Her form had chocolate sauce all over her front, but otherwise she was naked. And those lovely legs were spread wide open.

"My God..." he managed to quip, drooling at the sight. She giggled some.

"I hope I could he your goddess!" She laughed, moving closer, making Mike sweat nervously. "My name is Candy. I guess Miss Mittens took it literally."

The mouse boy then remembered where they were. "So.... this is it then. We will be digested... and just when I meet a lovely mouse."

Candy giggled. "Digested? Honey, look at me. I been digested fourteen times, cooked twice, fattened, squished into pastry dough... and look at me!"

Mike blinked. He was skeptical... until she pulled her own hand off! He went wide eyed as she ate a bit of cheese, and the mouse regrew the arm. He was speechless at the sight, but the flashlight did not lie. Nor was he dreaming.

"See? Nothing. I ate some of this cheese Miss Mittens made for me and now I am indestructable. So now, in exchange for being a foodstuff every now and then, I get a big feast, warm accomadations, and now..." she fidgeted anxiously. "A nice toy to play with."

Mike looked at the cheese. "Uh... would it...?"

"Sure sweets! Come here and ill feed it to you." She giggled as she tore off some of the special Cheddar. Once he had crawled as close as possible, she shoved it into his mouth. It was really delicious! Better still, he felt he could take on the world.

"And now that you are invincible too, I got one more thing to tell you." She licked her lips and climbed on his mustardy body. "I'm a cannibal. And I fully intend to eat some of you. Give me your feet, and I will reward you with Some sex."

Mike blinked some as she wriggled down to his mousey foot paws. He looked wide eyed as she clamped on his left sole. He saw her bite into it, chewing off the front of his foot... but he felt no blood oozing out, nor any pain. But the flashlight and his eyes showed that she had bitten his foot.

"Hmmmmm.... not bad. You have a nice smoky flavour. Bet you taste good with maple syrup!" She licked her lips playfully and took another nibble. The mouse boy moaned as he felt pleasureable waves through his body, wriggling as his feet were eaten.He could not believe how good this felt. But his pleasure increased as he began to crawl up his form, her soft fur rubbing his all the way up his thighs, thefeelijg of which making his member stand up like a beanpole. He watched as she looked at it with a lick of her lips. 

"Mmmmmmmm... I love a good hot dog. You mind if I have a taste?"

Mike shook his head, and squeeked as she engulfed his member, locking the bottom of it with her skilled tounge. She clearly liked how he tasted, and he was liking what she was doing to her. For a full fourth minutes he was suckled on.

The result was inevitable. After his member grew even further, he cried out, exploding in her mouth. She sucked on it as if his thing was a straw, swallowing in large amounts. After swallowing the last of it, she licked her lips and climbed on top of him.

"Your delicious." She whispered, kissing him. "I think I see why Miss Mittens ate you up."

He sighed happily. As he lay in the cats belly he felt fully satisfied. At long last he had a lovely lady, and They were sleeping together. He fell asleep holding her, even as digestion kicked in...

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When Mike woke up the next morning, he was certain yesterday had just been a dream. He was sitting up in his matchbox bed in his little mouse hole. Alone. He sighed and went to climb out...

... when he felt someone grab his hand.

"Its too early cutie pie." The familiar voice said, tugging on him. "Come back to bed please " he turned, hopeful.

And There she was.

"It wasn't a dream." He said happily, climbing in bed.

"Course not silly. But remember we need to feed Miss Mittens later so she don't get in trouble with her owners."

Mike then remembered something else. "And... do you want to eat me too?"

Candi smiled and kissed him. "Only if you don't mind. I could use a handsome mouse, rolled in butter and syrup, wrapped in a pancake."

Mike grinned. Figured that was true too. Ah well, he could live with that. "Sure... if I can taste you first."

Candi smiled and bore her breasts. "I thought you would NEVER ask." She said lovingly. Mike licked his lips as he leaned in.

Guess he had good luck after all. Or at least bad luck that he now could live with.

THE END