Meow
By Misterebony



Heaven. Chester was in sheer heaven. He was surrounded by warmth, fed well, and never had to worry again. All thanks to his girlfriend, who he had loved so much.

He laid back, basking in the softness, remembering how he got here. It was a rather sorted story, but a true one.

**********

They had told him not to. He was a mouse after all. A big mouse, like all mouse bipeds were in this corner of town, but a mouse nonetheless. He didn;t heed them.

"Love is meaningless!" His mom told him. "You should concentrate on eating and making babies and surviving."

"Animals do that mom." he would reply. "And last I checked we are a lot smarter than animals."

"Intelligence doesn't change social standing. As mice we are food en masse." Then she would scold him and send him tro bed.

But Chester still fell in love. he was on his own, and he saw her.

She was beautiful. five feet six, perfectly combed fur, shapely form, and a long striped tail. She purred when she walked and..

Oh, yes. Chester's admiration, his dalring, was a cat. A lovely female cat named Sandra. She was a tiger cat, not to be confused with an actual tiger. The markings were just similar.

Doomed though it was Chester persisted. He wrote her a note. It went like this:

"My darling, I see you every day and cannot help but be in love. How can I express it, for if you see me I fear our love will end. Yet it is there all the same."

Not much maybe, but it got the cat's attention when she found it on her table. SHe smiled as she read it. She wondered who could have left it.

A few days later she found this:

"Were I was a flower in yoru home that I may always be cared for by you, or a banket on your bed to keep you warm. Were I was a guardian angel, to keep you safe from harm."

She loved this one. She even had it framed. Best of all Chester had used his strength to pick some daises for her with the poem, and as luck would have it they were her favorite flower. Day after day he showered her with gifts in secret. A chocolate bar that would cost a fortuen for a mere bite. A red rose, fresh grown. A pearl necklace that Chester used all his money to buy.

By now Sandra (That was her name remember) was overflowing with joy. Who could be so nice? But Chester knew he had to tell her the truth.

So, he wrote one last letter.

"I fear I am unable to love you, given my station. I fear you will eat me when you know the truth. But to be your meal would be an honor. The holder of this note is yoru admirer, and I will always love you, even if you DO eat me. My body and soul are yours.

Love, Chester"

He packaged it up, and walked out. But Sandra was not home. So he decided to give her a further treat. He climbed up on the counter and looked about. What could make him into a romantic snack? He looked and locked but he found nothing, sighing unhappily.

"I would give anything if I am even just her food." He said sadly. "But she will probably not even know I love her. I pray she does more than just gulp me down." He sat and sighed, facing the wall. "But to be hers. I don't care if I am food. She is so beautiful. I bet I would be a nice meal. I hope I would be. I just hope she knows how I feel."

"How can I not?" A sweet, kind voice said behind him. He turned wide eyed and saw Sandra. In size, he was about as big as a hot dog for us compared to the cat. But she smiled and pet his head.

"So, you are my lover hmmm?" She said, licking her lips. "Well this is sure a suprise. But, I will confesss, not an unwelcome one."

The mouse stood up. "Really?"

"Honestly." Sandra said. "First of all, no one has EVER been so nice to me. Seems when you are a carnivore you are expected to be all brute force. Gets boring and a little aggravating after awhile. Besides they just can't perform.

"Then I come home and start finding romantic, wonderful presents and poems. Many of which my favorite things."

Chester blushed.

"And then I find out my lover is a handsome, plump, delicious mouse. What predator girl can ask for more? Especially as nice as you are, even willing to be my dinner."

Chester sweat a little, realizing he likely was. "Then this is it huh?"

"Not exactly. Oh I AM going to eat you that you can make no mistake. BUT, I will not digest you. No, I think I'll lock you away inside me. I would always feel full and have a tummy massage every day, you would have a nice comfortable home. We both win."

Chester looked at her. "My only regret is.. .I won't see your face."

She awwed. "Well then, let me burn it into your memory." And with that, she leaned forward and, ever so gently, kissed him on the lips. He returned the kiss, holding her face as best as he could. One might think it looked comical, but to them it ws just wonderful. 

Then her jaws parted. Losing his balance, he landed on her tounge. Imemdaitely he was smushed against the roof of the mouth and rubbed in his happy place, making him squeak in delight.

"MMMMM!... You.... you did this... before?" He managed to get out, to much in ectasy to say much. Sandra mmmmed in the positive. Before he could ask who else, she swallowed, trapping his head and shoulders in her throat. She suckled on the rest of him, a delicous treat that was good to eat, though she wished he had been in some ice cream. It would have enhanced his natural good taste oh so well. Ah well.

She stil loved it.

Then SHE got the suprise. She felt a wonderful rubbing in her throat, touching delicate areas no feline tounge ever could in ways they could only dream. It felt so nice the way this handsome brown furred mouse was rubbing her insides, and t turned her on. She fingered her slit as she suckled him, the two engaged in a voregasm* before very long.

And when she swallowed, it was as she climaxed, feeling her lover do the same on he rtounge, leaving a liquid that was better than any wine.

With a slurp and a gulp, down he went into the belly, landing inside a pool of warm fluid which tingled on his fur. He thought it was acid, but it turned out to just be ginger ale, at which he laughed.

"Welcome home lover." He heard her say. "You filled me right up. Are you comfortable?"

Chester leaned against the stomach wall, soft as silk if a little wet. "It's nice. Little dark, but cozy, and it feels good on the skin."

"Wondeful. Because I do not think I iwll let you out. Oh relax I won't kill you. I'll just keep you in there."

CHester sighed some. "Who would WANT to leave? This is wonderfullllooooohhhhh....." He felt the walls tighten and massage him. She was rubbing her belly. "Oh keep doing that, it feels wonderful."

And she did.

***********

It had been months now since he came to this heaven. He may as well have been part of the belly. She kept him well fed and fat, and even swallowed a vidcam and waterproof computer so they could chat.

Occasionally he would get a suprise of a femme mouse, usually horny, for some sex in the tummy (A voregasm three-way as it turned out)before the female would slip to sleep and dissappear into the digestive sac. Seemed Chester was in a holding tummy and would not be digested.

So here he was. Relaxed and happy, warm and safe. Sandra was asleep above him, and he soon followed.

Life was good, and his love was great.

Meow.


THE END

*= A voregasm is a vorish sexual act between pred and prey usually involving the pred being teased or sexxed as he or she is swallowed. These also occur in in-belly relationships, usuall involving the humpig of the stomach walls. Voregasms are illegal in dimensions 431, 2231, and 444 (Also called Earth, Techna, and the Monster Realm) for various reasons.