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“Okay Joey, time to come out~” Leo said in a somewhat teasing, somewhat playful voice.
He’d been taking a little catnap in the sun, and at some point between his carefree relaxation, and his periodic stretching, he had come to recognize a certain weight at his far end, a bit of mounting pressure. Normally he wouldn’t have thought much of it, simply gone off and done his business, but today he was carrying a special ‘load’.
Padding along on his four paws, he wiggled his hips, imagining his little rodent friend all packed up tight inside, feeling every little shift, totally unable to resist even the feline’s most passing whims. He had to admit, the position had some appeal- to him anyway, he wasn’t sure what Joey got out of an arrangement like this. But Leo was happy to oblige the mouse’s twisted little fantasies.
The cat found a suitable patch of dirt in his sunny field and squatted over it, arching his back. He couldn’t quite imagine what the look on his ‘lunch’s’ face would be after a long trip through his guts, but he very much looked forward to finding out.
“Here it comes~” he teased a bit more. Then he wiggled his rear one more time, and finally clenched. He focused on the sensation, and the control of his abdomen. A few sharp, quiet breaths accompanied each successive contraction, the muscles along his lower gut squeezing and pressing, moving all he had once consumed along on the final leg of its journey.
From all Leo could tell, little Joey just felt like any other nameless bowel movement; only a mildly louder little thump against the ground caught the cat’s notice, and even then that was only because the feline had been paying special attention. Other than that, he simply continued to push until he was empty. He even kicked once or twice- smirking all the while. After all, the mouse had wanted the full experience, hadn’t he? Dumps didn’t get any special treatment.
He took a breath or two as he regained his usual posture and his body relaxed, now a fair bit lighter, and only then did he finally turn around, content to bring their strange little game to a close.
“Well Joey, I hope you liked it in there, it sure felt good to m-”
Leo stopped talking. The smile slowly slipped off his face. Joey… Joey wasn’t there. The only thing he had to talk to, was a pile of his own feline feces. He looked a bit closer for a moment, even took a sniff against his better judgment, but… there was nothing there at all that resembled the little mouse he knew, just a few uniform logs of brown, with one being a tad thicker than the rest.
“Oh…” he said, still aloud.
He thought back a number of hours, the long lengths of time he’d spent splayed out or curled up in the sun, feeling his belly rumble, basking in the warmth, enjoying himself. After all, Joey had seemed very convinced this would work, he’d explain the whole thing- not that the feline had understood half of it- but it wasn’t like a mouse would just go and do something crazy like feed himself to a cat without a surefire way out, right? Heck, Joey had encouraged him to enjoy himself. Now, though, thinking about all those little burbles he’d happily listened to from inside his belly, and how pleasantly full he’d been feeling, felt a little awkward, maybe even a little… bad.
The cat frowned, continuing to stare at the ex-mouse he’d just so unceremoniously excreted, complete with little flecks of kicked-up dirt. His body had rendered the friendly little fella into a completely unrecognizable log of brown, not a trace left. Despite whatever efforts, he’d been treated just like any other bit of food the feline might have chanced across, and now… now this was all that was left.
“Oh…” he said again, heavier this time.
He saw a couple bugs approaching, like they usually did. He swiped at them in a bit of guilty impulse, batting them away. He realized in the moment that he felt some sense of duty to his… doodie. He couldn’t just… dump his poor, unfortunate friend there, he had to do something. Joey had been a good friend/meal, right?
Leo flexed his front paws and quietly clawed out a bit of dirt, he dug for a few moments until he had a little hole, just about big enough to fit everything his body hadn’t taken from his latest lunch. Eyeing his turd with a bit of repulsion, he did his best to lightly push a bit of soil with one set of claws, so that the logs he had laid toppled into the fresh latrine/grave without him having to touch anything directly. He wrinkled his nose at the growing stench.
“Sorry Joey,” he said solemnly. “For what it’s worth, you did make a pretty good lunch.” He thought that was the kind of thing the mouse might have smirked at, you know, if the rodent still had a mouth, or a face, or ears, or any semblance of a body that wasn’t cat-shit. “…Guess this is goodbye…”
He pushed the pile of dirt back over the disposed remains, stood staring for a moment, and then walked away.
…
He’d found it particularly hard to get comfortable the rest of that day. It was hard to get your body comfortable when you were quite uncomfortable with the idea of it having torn apart a poor little friendly fella and mashed his leftovers into poo. But eventually Leo had fallen asleep. It was a cat’s great, inborn ability after all. Afterwards, he’d decided to take a nice long stroll, definitely not to get his distance from anything in particular. It had actually been a fairly pleasant saunter through the sunny fields, for a good long while.
That was, until he came to recognize a certain weight at his far end, and a bit of mounting pressure. He tried to ignore it at first- as if that were an option- but it rather quickly became a rather insistent demand.
He sighed, his belly grumbling as the gesture moved things around in there. He hadn’t eaten much of anything else recently, but apparently his butt insisted he had more business to take care of. Maybe it was even more Joey? After all, his cruel gut could have easily stretched the poor little fur ball thin after melting him down into a literal furball.
He found a secluded little spot and hunched over, squatting and clenching, and clenching, and clenching. He wondered a little more seriously if it really was more of Joey he was squeezing out. Should he bury this batch too? It was probably the respectful thing to do. Even if it had all been the little mouse’s crazy idea, the rodent had given his twisted little life away as a cat snack. The least Leo could be asked to do was show a bit of respect, even if said rodent was currently being a literal pain in the cat’s a-
*squeak*! “Hey, do you gotta squeeze that hard?”
The feline clenched significantly harder at the surprise, pressing a rather large lump of something from his rear as he whirled around, fur on end.
There was a little mass of brown moving around in the rest of Leo’s latest load, and it had little traces of grey fur, and a few whiskers and-
“Joey!?” the cat exclaimed.
“Gee, I don’t know, eat any other mice lately?” Joey teased. “Actually, I think I might have run into a few of them on my way through.” The rodent pawed away tiny clumps from the sizable log he’d been embedded into- mostly from around his face, which let Leo see the sizable smirk curling up around the weighed-down whiskers.
“You, you actually made it?”
“Of course. Wait- you actually ate me thinkin’ I wouldn’t?” The playful tone had just enough edge to make it sound like a possibly genuine accusation.
“N-no!” Leo replied indignantly. “I just, when you didn’t come out the last time I…”
Joey’s smirk broadened, playful yet compassionate. The only rodent around who could make a cat feel guilty for eating a mouse.
“Yeah, I heard. Nice to know if you ever do make a meal outa me, you’ll at least treat me right in the end. I hope you’ll be able to think of something better to say than ‘oh’, though.”
“Hey! Don’t you know better than to mouth up to a cat?” Leo bantered, trying to reassert his proper position in their relationship.
“What are you gonna do? Eat me like this?”
The feline’s expression was a resounding ‘no’. In fact, Leo probably wouldn’t even paw at the rodent the way he was now.
“Now if a dog were to come around, I might be in trouble.”
“Heh, yeah. Disgusting animals. Almost as bad as you.”
“Can’t deny that one.” Joey scraped off a bit more of the brown caking his fur as he regained his mobility. “Though I have to say, I think I prefer their taste in food over yours.”
“Not surprised, considering our taste in food is usually you.”
“Well, I’m just happy to know a friendly feline who doesn’t play with his food and bite their heads off first.”
“That an idea for next time? You have a way to get out alive from these?” Leo flashed his fangs, clearly hoping to get some intimidation points.
Joey looked up with a confident expression and replied: “Next time? So you liked me in there so much you want to try it again?”